(without metaphor)

after plot

i reflect on ideas

i had

about us

you and i

we were going to do

something

we didn’t

i don’t

know what i thought

i don’t

think what i knew

but i believe

me

even if i lack the courage

to defend

us

i’ll understand later i assume

like finding the lost keys to a car

long sold

there is nothing to do

and besides

(without metaphor)

only the sun announces

its intentions

and does exactly that which it promises

i don’t.